1299 Retreat!

"Ugly!" Qiao Mu shot that zombie with another arrow up close.

The crow-gold arrow pierced the zombie's head but did not disrupt its core. Hence, it still lunged at Duan Yue to claw his face.

D*mn you! Duan Yue decisively pulled out a small and intricate firelock, aimed it at the zombie's head.

*Bang!* The zombie's head promptly caught on fire. After it got incinerated to ashes, a lustrous green core slightly bigger than a rice grain fell down.

Qiao Mu picked it up with her tweezers and threw it into her cloth sack. Then, she gave Eldest Qin, who had dodged to the sides of the corridor, a holler. "Lead the way!"

Everyone: "…"

Eldest Young Sir Qin shook his head helplessly as he shook his folding fan with a sigh. "How did I get involved with you little one."

Despite his words, with a flash of his figure, Eldest Qin ripped open the invisible "wall" at the other end of the corridor. Afterwards, quaking howls and roars, accompanied by several shrieks, surged into their eardrums that same instant.

Although startled, Eldest Qin slipped out of the corridor after a slight hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, Eldest Qin stretched out his hand with an unsightly expression, stopping Duan Yue and the rest from advancing behind him.

"I'm telling you guys, there might be enough time now to go back the way we came," Eldest Young Sir Qin said in a murmur.

Qiao Mu pushed him out of her way and peered outside the corridor. What she saw made her stunned.

Duan Yue, Mo Lian, Situ Yi, Liang Qingqing, and company also walked out. Upon seeing the scene before them, they gasped in shock.

At the center of the small plaza before them was a round base the shape of a torch, upon which stood a sculpture of the city lord.

However, there were more than one thousand people crawling up and carpeting it at this time.

They intertwined like tangled hemp: the people on top were stepping on the heads of the people below them. Everyone was finding a place to clutch onto for dear life as they worked hard to climb upwards.

However, even a pot-bellied old geezer was hanging from the top of that scultpure's head, swaying in the wind with a ghastly face.

When he saw that the mass below him were still climbing upwards unceasingly, the old geezer couldn't help but screech, "Don't crowd upwards, don't crowd up…"

After getting jostled by the people below, his body plunged from the tip of the sculpture at once.

There was a circle of mystic cultivators and body cultivators at the foot of the statue who had just about depleted their mystic energy. They were unable to even fend for themselves, not to mention extending a hand to grab that falling old man.

Everyone looked on helplessly as he fell off the sculpture and got caught by a group of frenzied zombies. It only took seconds for them to rip him into pieces, turning him into a bloody mess.

"My heavens." Liang Qingqing's teeth couldn't help but chatter even though she had seen her fair share of grand fights.

A concentrated mass of zombies filled their sight; there were no less than ten thousand there.

Mo Lian was also shocked, but he did not appear as panicked as the others.

Previously, when they were besieged by more than ten thousand zombies at Beilan City, they at least possessed the impregnable city walls as well as had the citizens that numbered in the ten thousands as their backing.

But right now, their squad totaled only a bit more than a hundred people.

Clashing head-on was certainly not wise. From the looks of it now, they could only retreat for now.

"Retreat!" Mo Lian commanded.

Everyone decisively turned around and ran to the corridor.

However, the people who had given up hope on the round base had already noticed them, and they immediately yelled, "Save us! Don't go! Don't leave!"

When Qiao Mu looked back, she saw two body cultivators wielding heavy swords tumbling down the round base because their legs had given out.